| Wind in the olive reed softly did blow
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| 'Round little Bethlehem long, long ago
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| Sheep on the hillside lay whiter than snow
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| Shepherds were watching them long, long ago
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| Then from the happy sky angels bent low
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| Singing their anthems of joy long ago
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| For in a manger bed, cradled we know
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| Christ came to Bethlehem long, long ago
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| Long, long, long ago
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| Christ came to Bethlehem long, long ago
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| Stars in their circling courses did go
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| Telling their tidings of joy long ago
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| Wise men and kings gave their treasures of gold
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| Gifts to the Boy, born a King long ago
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| Long, long, long ago
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| Christ came to Bethlehem long, long ago
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| Wind in the olive tree softly did blow
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| 'Round little Bethlehem long, long ago
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| Still we remember how gentle and low
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| God came to dwell with us long, long ago
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| Long, long, long ago
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| God came to dwell with us long, long ago
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| Long, long, long ago
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| God came to dwell with us long, long ago
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| God came to dwell in us
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| Came to dwell in us
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| We remember it long, long ago
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| God came to dwell in us
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| Came to dwell with us
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| Came to dwell with us long, long ago |